I was falling, then thought I was saved,
but now it's more than dirt that fills my grave.
Pointing fingers is so easy,
when they're on your hand,
but it's a whole other story
when they prick your trial's stand.
I'd like to go back
and change my name,
but I bet they'd still scorn
my somewhat innocent face.
Last meal black coffee,
potatoes with steak.
I guess it's all my momma
ever really knew how to make.
Maybe it's better
my last rights are read,
because you can't do no more sinnin'
when you're dead.
Telephone rang out,
the guard said "it's for you."
Behind me, the hangman said,
"tell 'em I'll call back in a few."
I looked up to God and governor
with a pound of hope.
The trapdoor opened,
and they caught me with a rope.
I was falling, then thought I was saved,
but now it's more than dirt that fills my grave.
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022